Friday, 8 January 2016

Home he did come that ill- fated day But in a manner too hard to believe Wrapped in the Tricolour solemn and still
Symbolic of honour that is but ultimate .
And truly it has been
The most befitting reward
for a braveheart so daring
Who put his life at stake
To ensure that the nation is safe !.
Devotion to duty was his prime concern
Fighting till the end to foil the attack
Paying his flesh and blood as the cost
He set an example of sacrifice supreme .
The strike having been foiled for now
The guns are silent for a while
But the sounds of anguish and loss resound
Inside and around the home he lived
Which had hoped he would , some day
Come back alive ,secure and gay .
But instead came the bolt from the blue
And brought him home this gloomy way !

Heaps of flowers and wreaths offered
Messages of sorrow and condolence
Are but poor solace to the kins
Shattered to the core by the deadly blow .
. Words and gestures of sympathy
Can hardly lessen the grief profound
And what can ever compensate the loss
So intense ,immense and beyond repair ?
The only healing thought is that
He died in action for the country's sake
And that will keep his name alive
in our minds and hearts forever .

Saturday, 2 January 2016

It's the new year eve
once again
And I am happy
But a little bit pensive too .
Silently I hear the clock ticking
and watch the tiny moments slip from my hands
as the grains of sand in the hour glass .
Time ---the mightiest Truth
Subject of eternal search
wrapped in mysterious mist
defies all human wisdom
to define its curious ways .
I , too , often wonder
As to how its unseen hands
manage this vast universe
its myriad life forms
and even inanimate things .
Like a traveller ever on move
It goes on forging ahead
turning days into months and years-
centuries and millennia .
On what fateful day of yore
did it start this unique voyage
what undiscovered continent
is it headed to ?
And here we are trying
to bound its eternal run
into the frames called tenses
Past ,Present and Future .
But where are the lines of divide
or do they at all exist ?
My mind is dwelling again
on this unsolved riddle -
about the nature of Time
that seems beyond the knowledge
of all the ages bygone
as to how its magic wheel
carries us all along
through the cycle of past and present
onto the future ever unknown .